Where's my passport?

"Awww." I thought, sitting on the airplane as I was about to embark on a 3 month adventure to the land of Costa Rica. My mind relaxed as the airplane began to take off into the blue sky of Orlando, Florida. I was blessed the night before to stay at some old friends' apartment. All of my bags were packed and my heart settled with peace about the time I would be spending with an organization called "Youth With A Mission." I sat thanking God for the morning, and than decided that I needed to listen to some beats on my ipod. I searched for about 2 minutes without any luck of finding it. Where was it? I remembered that it had been positioned perfectly into my gray plastic travel wallet. Hm... I could wait and look later. Ten minutes into the plane ride a nervous heart beat began to beat in my stomach. That same plastic travel wallet with my ipod had my passport in it!! Where was my passport!? I then began to search a bit more vigorously with no luck of find the gray plastic travel wallet. I urgently woke up my new surfer friend Christian and asked him to check his bag to see if he "accidentally" put it in his bag. He looked helpfully, but there was no sign of the wallet. I than told the flight attendant, who hastily made an announcement over the speakers to the relaxed passengers. She told me that if I was unable to find this precious identification, that I would need to fly back to Florida on the next airplane! People, than began to search. I began to pray. No more than 30 seconds later a man held the wallet up in the air joyfully and exclaimed that he had found my passage to Costa Rica! Everyone began to applaud with joy and laughs. I thanked the man and my surfer dude friend exclaimed, "Oh man, I was so nervous for you." The rest of the trip went smoothly and I made it to Tiquicia aka (Costa Rica).